The movie theater was crowded at this hour.
Amid the noisy, bustling crowd, Jiang Xun struggled over to Ji Yuntian with a Coke in each hand and a bucket of popcorn cradled against his chest, radiating more resentment than a ghost who had been dead for eight hundred years.
He shoved one of the Cokes into Ji Yuntian's arms, freeing up a hand to push the popcorn tucked against his elbow into his arms too.
His fair, handsome face wore a hollow smile as he said with feigned patience, "There. I bought the Coke and popcorn you wanted. Can we go in now?"
Eat, then. Choke on it!
This lunatic was deliberately tormenting him, making him prepare a gift, pick him up early, and run around doing this and that.
Then he had claimed he had never watched a movie at a theater before and wanted to go with him.
If not for those photos, Jiang Xun would have shoved him, wheelchair and all, into the middle of the road ages ago.
"No rush." Ji Yuntian leisurely took a sip of ice-cold Coke through his straw, looking past Jiang Xun at something behind him.
Then he raised an eyebrow with interest before discreetly withdrawing his gaze. A faint, gentle smile appeared on his pale, beautiful face as he said softly:
"Xiao Xun, my collar's a little crooked. Sorry for the trouble, but could you straighten it for me?"
Jiang Xun was baffled. What was wrong with his collar?
But under that meaningful gaze, he swallowed his humiliation and bent down. Holding his Coke in his left hand, he reached out with his right and gave Ji Yuntian's coat collar a few exceedingly halfhearted tugs.
"Young Master Ji, is that good enough now?"
Ji Yuntian's expression filled with amusement. "I'm afraid